She had caught him. In the process of Gideon mulling over his plan of attack to her response, he had given her a face, which meant that she was right. Playing with his hair did cause some sort of tickle or discomfort. That meant that she had him-- finally she had some sort of tickle attack to use against him and she could feign innocence the whole time while using it. She was ONLY playing with his hair. A snicker almost jumped out and planted itself on her face before she carefully stored it away.

Regaining her composure, she continued to weave her fingers through the bottoms of his hair and ran her thumb across the back of his neck. If his hair tickled it had to be because the hair was touching the back of his neck and running her fingers gingerly across his neck would have the same affect, no? There was no harm in trying.

"You sure about that?" she batted her eyelashes, "Maybe is kind of a loose word, Mr. Gert... and I wouldn't to tickle you." LIES! ALL LIES!

Jake finally had all of his supplies back in their rightful place in the broom cupboard out by the pitch. It had been a pain in his neck sorting everything out, but it was better to get that stuff away now then later in the day when he was settled on his couch. Besides, he wanted to take his daughter out for lunch today. He had not seen her in a couple of days and even when he was home she was so attached to that bleeding broom of hers that he never saw her. Although if half of his team had the drive that his sixteen year old daughter had they would be in much better shape this season- that was all he was going to say about that.

And with that he headed back up to the house slowly. He had time.